Carlos Pardo

Fidelity

To age another year in the summer colony. But not even two sensible lovers slow down the hostile weft of the eucaliptis. Like in a watercolor in front of a group of critics in training, west opens a wound between the canoeists. It occurs to me that we are snails on a sprig, two pieces pressed together in the fist of sea shells on a yellow stem violating some law of matter.

Translated by Curtis Bauer “Fidelity” is from Echado a perder [Spoiled] (Madrid, Visor, 2007); this English translation appeared in The Dirty Goat #25.